Decades ago, erstwhile colleagues and I speculated (under the influence of alcohol) about the possibiliyt of designing a food sufficiently alkaline to taste as good coming up as it did going down. The target market being those with a predeliction for extreme alcohol indugence – innocent, simpler days, when none of us knew about bulimia. We got as far as deciding on the name under which it would be marketed:”Twice”.

I can’t tell you how to be thin, or cure your irritable bowel syndrome, or reverse the process of ageing. I can’t tell you everything about where your food came from, or where to shop to save the planet. But I can look back at my 14-year-old self and offer a little reassurance. It’s OK to be hurt. It’s OK to feel ashamed. It’s OK to get it wrong, for years. It’s OK to eat. It’s OK to panic. It’s OK to cry. Because, one day, you will recover.

I would scoff a family-sized chocolate bar in front of the telly, a loaf of homemade bread on the train, a box of chocolates in the car – then bring it all up. I would always hide the evidence, down the back of the sofa or in the foot well.

that must be one disgusting sofa!!

god I hate these self- obsessed womenzz-
and of course she has that ‘resting bitch face’